Toward, Argyll, Sept 2020
Breaking
I want to lie in a bed
in a beautiful place,
hear the water lapping,
a robin yelling,
and the sun softly warming
the picture awake.
I want the windows to be huge,
the sky bigger still,
and a horizon so wide
that I run out of eyes.
I want to hear my nearest
laughing and chatting
while I just sit up
with a friendly book
and a cup half-drunk,
proud of its emptiness.
I don’t fear the lines
or what has already gone,
that is how far we’ve come
and lies don’t serve us.
RF 2020
